Such a Newcomer

Click, click, click.

The rapid shutter sounds surged like a tidal wave, coming from all directions, crowding in as if the sound itself turned into substantial chains, firmly locking hands and feet, imprisoning people in a narrow space, unable to move. The scorching heat could be distinctly felt on the skin, almost enough to turn flesh and bone into ashes.

"Renly, Renly, Renly."

The ubiquitous shouts were chaotic, overwhelming in every corner, making it overwhelming, like a tsunami crashing through, destroying all obstacles in front, unabashedly striking the body, even causing the internal organs to groan in pain.

In one moment, Renly was an unnoticed newcomer; the next second, Renly became the absolute center of attention.

The enormous gap was like the sea in a storm, with waves crashing one after another, giving no time for reaction or breath, causing dizziness.

The surging flashes merged into one, the gorgeous silver pouring down like a waterfall, sharp and hot, pricking the eyes, momentarily plunging them into a white haze. Everything became blurred, just like snow blindness, with only a vague outline of each object in sight. Even the focus began to fluctuate, seemingly distant and near alternately, and even the ears started ringing.

This caught Renly off guard, and the calm smile became somewhat awkward.

The frenzy and urgency of the journalists were like the wolf grandmother reaching out her claws towards Little Red Riding Hood, drooling, relentlessly pressing on, wanting to split and devour Little Red Riding Hood. The male lead of "The Pacific"? Tom and Steven's recommendation? And he's still a newcomer? If now's not the time to take advantage, then when? If now's not the time for a bombardment, then when?

Renly tried to answer questions or perhaps stop the noisy scene, but found his words instantly drowned out and devoured, not even a wisp of smoke left. This loss of control was too stimulating, leaving no time to feel the excitement and excitement of the butterflies dancing in his body.

"Pat." A gentle pat on the shoulder, Renly didn't have time to turn his head, but heard Tom's voice by his ear, "This is your moment, enjoy it." Before Renly could respond, Tom and Steven stepped back, leaving the stage to Renly alone.

"Renly, this is your first work..."

"...How do you feel about the shoot?"

"What was your experience collaborating this time..."

"...as a newcomer facing challenges?"

"Tom recommended you during the audition..."

Fragmented questions filled the ears, but Renly didn't hear any clearly. Even if he wanted to answer, he felt powerless - correction, even if he wanted to speak, there probably wasn't anyone who could hear his answer.

However, upon careful consideration, it could be perceived that what the journalists were curious about wasn't "Renly's thoughts," but rather "Renly's thoughts as the newcomer heavily promoted by Tom and Steven." In other words, they were ultimately concerned about the two big names in "The Pacific," and the questions tossed around were not much different from those at the "Vanity Fair" yesterday.

Realizing this, Renly's thoughts gradually cooled down, settling back into his usual rhythm.

Today had too many firsts indeed, and any reference to experience made Renly feel somewhat overwhelmed. Compared to that, Renly found the set much simpler.

"Renly!" Bradley's raised hand finally got a response. With the host's control, the situation was finally reined in. Bradley's voice broke through, "Why do you think Tom and Steven chose you for such an important role? After all, in the entire crew, you are the only one with absolutely no acting experience."

The first question came with an aggressive tone, not aimed at Renly, but at every newcomer, and also at such a big production as "The Pacific."

Renly, now back in his element, shrugged, "I think they excluded my bathroom and dressing room performances from consideration," The tone was flat, an unusual contrast to express excitement. It brought a chuckle from the audience, and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. "Uh... I think this question should be directed to the parties involved, right?" Renly turned to Tom and Steven standing behind him. "I hope they didn't choose me just because of my outstanding appearance, or I'd be very disappointed."

"Ha ha." Tom burst into laughter, and the audience couldn't help but join in.

Bradley's eyes lit up. His intuition was right; Renly indeed had a seasoned quality not typical of newcomers. He was about to ask another question, but the opportunity shifted to another journalist, "As a newcomer, finishing the shooting of 'The Pacific' and collaborating with the top producers, how do you feel?"

Renly didn't immediately answer, pondering for a moment, "If I were to answer politely, I would say, excited, thrilled, happy, as if everything isn't quite real." This was the standard response for most newcomers. "But in reality, I don't quite enjoy this experience."

The audience gasped, and the journalists were intrigued. Was this newcomer straightforward or humorous?

"Because as a newcomer, I'm the only one in the crew who knows nothing. Before every scene starts, I need more preparation time than others. I need to ask more non-professional questions, confirm more details." Renly's words were calm yet had a special rhythm, capturing everyone's ears, "I know everyone in the crew doesn't like me, but..." There was a burst of laughter from Renly's colleagues behind him, with James and Jon even whistling teasingly. Renly couldn't help but smile, then continued, "But I've put in all the effort I could. As for the results..."

He didn't continue speaking. Renly just raised his eyebrows, implying the obvious. James behind him joked loudly, "I think the prospects are not too optimistic." His rough voice successfully made everyone in the crew laugh.

Coarse but direct, playful yet intimate, the whole crew exuded a military atmosphere, which made the journalists look on with surprise.

"Renly, what do you think of Tom and Steven as producers?" Another journalist asked.

Renly looked puzzled, "Are you sure you know who you're interviewing right now?" He turned to where the directors were, "I don't think, during the filming process, I should be in contact with Tom and Steven, or..." Renly turned back to the journalists, "Have I misunderstood the way the crew works?"

Producers communicate with directors; they hardly need to communicate with actors. First, questions meant for Steven were thrown at Renly, then the director's question... Renly's banter made the audience laugh, even Tom and Steven couldn't resist mocking the journalists.

Now, the journalists were at a loss.

This Renly Hall, was he really a newcomer? So seasoned, so humorous, so composed, his answers not only lacked the greenness and stiffness of a newcomer but also exuded a kind of effortless wit, completely unfazed by the first bombardment of journalists, even taking the passive role and controlling the scene.

Such a newcomer shattered everyone's expectations.

If it was just because of Tom and Steven's praise that people's attention was on this newcomer, now, the image represented by the name Renly Hall began to become vivid and full of life.

Finally, Renly managed to deal with the bombardment of journalists. Afterwards, after the core members of the "The Pacific" crew took a group photo, the premiere finally came to an end. It's worth mentioning that during the photoshoot, the center spot wasn't occupied by Renly or other actors, nor the directors, but Tom and Steven.

Subsequently, everyone gradually entered the theater. "The Pacific" was finally about to unveil its mystery.

"How do you feel?" Renly walked into the theater alongside Rami, with James catching up, wearing a big smile on his face, teasingly asking. Although James was also one of the three main characters, his treatment today was far less than Renly's.

Renly shrugged, "Standing on clouds?" Saying such an expression of excitement in such a flat tone created a contrast, making people can't help but chuckle.

James said disdainfully, "So are you happy or not?"

Renly shrugged again, not answering, which made James very helpless, while Rami couldn't stop laughing. The group entered the theater, talking and laughing, and took their seats, waiting for the official screening of the series - projecting a small-screen work onto a big screen also showed HBO's confidence.

Amidst applause, the crew invited thirty veterans who had experienced the Pacific war and were still alive to attend tonight's premiere. The audience welcomed the veterans with the highest respect. After everyone was seated, the TV broadcast was finally about to begin, and the theater lights dimmed.

Bradley gathered his wandering thoughts and fixed his gaze on the big screen in front. As a series costing two hundred and thirty million dollars, as a series bearing the countless hopes and expectations of the classic brother works, as a series that relied on the joint endorsement of Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks, "The Pacific" was an impeccable work.

In anticipation, Bradley, with a critical eye, calmed down.

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